Starts with a Crash

August 28, 2010
By diamondgal29 GOLD, Scarsdale, New York
diamondgal29 GOLD, Scarsdale, New York
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The world starts with a crash.
The waves hit against the shore.
As I sit in the sand, let the grains run through my toes,
I look out and see only gray.
Gray sky, gray sea, gray horizon line.
The gray is like a mystery.
You can’t see past the fog.
What is beyond will be forever untold.

When the sun peeps its way from behind a gray cloud,
The mystery starts to fade.
The sun makes a persons smiling face glow
And makes the world evermore clear.
But as the mystery starts to unfold,
There is one thing will never change,
The world starts with a crash,
As the waves hit against the shore.


The author's comments:
I was sitting on the beach in Martha's Vineyard on a gray, cloudy day when this came to me. The world is such a mysterious place during cloudy weather.

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